Rarely is there a situation in the world of entertainment that I do have an opinion about:
My quiet obsession with Lost is now somewhat disappointed after the two-hour Finale of Season 5. So next year is the last season, but I don’t really get this season at all. In the past, I think there was a sense of narrative and character development, this year it was sort of all over the place, therefore the end of it was supposed to explain things, I think, or at the very list hint at some possible solutions and all I got was a bunch of new characters (with Jacob being played by a deadbeat dad from Dexter) and no real story. I mean I know they are trying to build up suspense and all, but being suspenseful all the time is tiring. I think in the past seasons they were able to build up suspense and then at least answer some of the questions in the end, this time I’m not sure what to expect which is good, but I wonder if I will care enough to think about it. In any case, I’m really lost with Lost and I don’t think it’s my problem – do a better show next year!
First, I witnessed Rock of Love with late 1980s tight leather pants, possible drag queen, hair themed band Poison, featuring Brett Michaels. Poor Brett, he just wants to find a woman who can “dig” him for who he is. Come on, he wants nothing but a good time. So, in order to find such a “score” he gets a bunch of women to live in a house together with him and humiliate themselves in a variety of ways, whether working as a team to put together a motorcycle for Brett or posing in various positions for Brett while he takes snapshots in an effort to satisfy his adolescent fantasies. To what ends, you may ask? Well, competing for different prizes, such as “one on one” time with Brett, either on a date, or on alone in his room for a conjugal visit it would seem. At the end of the show, Brett pathetically hands out “back stage passes” via his hulking bodyguard and asks, “Will you accept this backstage pass and continue to rock my world?” Ack. Continue reading